Levy

Holy Moly, what in the hell do I do? This girl is a firecracker, and she is making my dick strain in my pants. She's sitting there looking all confident and sassy, licking her bottom lip. I want to bite that damn lip and suck on it, explore her filthy mouth with my tongue. But... we are on a first date. I still can't get over that I am on a date. With a girl who is just twenty. Who is my son's ex-girlfriend. Would people wonder if she is my daughter or something?

As if she can read my mind, Harper says, "hey you look miles away. What are you thinking? Or are you wondering what I do when I think about you at night in my bedroom?"

I almost choke on my Light Bud, managing to salvage myself from making a complete fool out of myself. "I think we should talk about something different, don't you?"

"Not really. You have no idea how long I have waited to get out with you. Levy you should know that since Dylan and I broke up and I grew up some, I have been fantasizing about you almost every night." Okay she needs to stop because seriously, my cock is ramrod hard right now. I need a distraction only with Harper sitting in front of me it is damn difficult.

She takes a sip of her wine, and I catch myself thinking I wish I was the wine glass as she places her full lips on the rim then runs her tongue along her bottom lip. Again. She knows what she is doing to me. Yet her eyes are wide as if she is feigning innocence.

"Let's talk about your mother, how is she doing? She's going into the rehab place tomorrow, right?"

"Not talking about my mother, Levy. Try again." A young waiter thankfully comes to save me. Shit, I am way out of my league here. Since when did girls, sorry women her age grow up and become so bold? I am definitely not used to it.

"Are you both ready to order?" he asks us, taking a longer look at Harper than necessary. That's it, I want to grab his face and turn his head in a one hundred and eighty degree turn so he faces backwards. Huh? What has gotten into me? She isn't even my girl. I bet this punk thinks Harper is my daughter or something and is about to ask her for her number. She smiles politely.

"I'm having him," she says boldly. The punk looks at me then back at Harper.

"Right, okay. How about something off the menu to start with then?" Fuck me, is he flirting with her right in front of me?

"Listen, kid, come back in ten," I tell him with my most fatherly voice. Harper giggles. I raise my eyebrows at her. "Yes?"

"Oh, nothing. Are you jealous of the waiter by any chance, Levy?"

"Of course not, but he was flirting with you. What do you expect? If you were my daughter, I'd have reacted the same way and used the same tone. But honestly, telling him you were having me, jeez Harper. What were you thinking?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "Just saying it as it is, Levy. So, you want to know what specifically I used to think about when I was in bed at night with my purple vibrator between my legs."

My eyes bug out of my head. "Let me guess, my scruff brushing along the insides of your creamy thighs, your pussy riding my face." She lets out a gasp. Well, yeah, I mean two can play at her game.

Harper throws back her head and laughs, I notice the silkiness of her slender neck and want to dive over the table and place kisses all over it, down to her collarbone. I try not to stare and long to touch her.

My dick has not received the memo, it's still a boner in my pants. I'll definitely be taking it in my palm tonight and fisting it so fucking hard that hot cum spills all over my fingers as I think about her rosebud mouth wrapped around the shaft of my cock.

I reach for her hand and give it a squeeze, its warm and soft. A shiver goes right up my hand to my elbow and keeps on travelling. There is no denying there is a connection between us. She feels it too as her large, cornflower blue eyes fix right on mine. It's like she can see right into my damn soul.

"Let's check out the menu, I think you will love anything on it. But I can recommend the Texicana bean fajitas." I say breaking the intensity of her gaze on me. Her cheeks are flushed, her irises are large. It's taking every ounce of strength I've got, not to whisk her out of here into my truck and take her straight back to mine and lay her on my bed and begin to savor every ounce of her ripe body. God, I am a weak, weak man.

"Sounds good, I will go with that."

During our meal I ask her about college, which she seems so excited about. It makes me think about how much life she has in front of her. She can choose to do anything she wants; she has her life whereas I feel like I have had mine. The last thing I want to do is tie Harper down, nor do I want to treat her like someone I just fuck. She deserves more and a girl like Harper, well she deserves that. She isn't the type of girl who is after a hook up. She was with Dylan for years then didn't really date much from what I can gather. The odd guy here and there according to my son but nothing more.

I guess between her college, her part time jobs and her mother, there leaves no dating for Harper to have a life that she should be living at such a young age. It makes me feel guilty that she is with me, because I don't have anything to offer her in terms of what I think she might need. A woman like Harper wants the whole nine yards and the picket fence. I'm washed out, life has torn me apart, splintered my heart and I can't offer her that. I lost one woman, and I don't think I could stand to lose another.

What if Harper and I get involved and in a couple of years she decides she wants to leave and go and live in the big wide world? My heart couldn't stand another loss, that's why I guess I have a brick wall built up around.

So, what the hell am I doing here? What the fuck was I thinking? "You okay?" She breaks into my deep thoughts.

"Yeah, just you know thinking about shit."

"Well don't. You know, Levy you need to enjoy the moments. Besides with me sitting here how can you possibly think about anything else?" she giggles and finishes her slice of cheesecake.

"That was delicious, I have really enjoyed being here. Thank you so much for bringing me." Her words pull at my heart. Bringing her here to my buddy's restaurant and hiring it out for just the two of us, is the least I can do. Harper deserves the world to be at her feet. And like I said, I am not in a position to give that to her. I can't my heart is still on lockdown.

"Let's get out of here and you can show me a good time in that big ass truck of yours."

My eyes almost bug out of my sockets. "I'm not doing it in my truck with you, Harper. We are on a first date. You gotta give me some time. I'm not used to this."

She places her arms in front of her chest. Wrong move since all it does is push her pert tits up more, making my mouth salivate. I take a sip of the water in my glass.

"You're playing hard to get, right? Aren't you Levy? That's okay, I have my vibrator and when you drop me off tonight, I'll be thinking of riding you cowgirl."

Oh, my life! This is girl is TROUBLE!